** MairaHavana some hetero!CubCan. Title -- "Things that stop you dreaming" by Passenger (#2/?) **

Margo walks down the streets to work, pulling her thin sweater closer to herself. The wind is colder today; it's November. But at least her building has hear. All she has to do is walk there. She hurries.

"Hey s'cuse me, miss, you got anythin' to spare?"

Margo jumps and turns in surprise. A young man is slouched at the mouth of an alley she had just passed. He's definitely not white -- dark wind burnt skin, dreadlocks, sharp smart black eyes. A ratty sweatshirt is too-small on his large frame. Large, but bird-chested. His knees are drawn up to his chest, a backpack between them protectively. A plastic cup with Mickey Mouse on it has a few coins in it. He's smoking.

Margo approaches him hesitantly. "...are-are you going to spend it on marijuana?"

"No. Just some cigs." He taps his cigar wryly. "Food, if I get desperate. 'Sides, I don' think s'really your business, yeah?"

She flushes. "Oh... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be rude..."

"S'fine, I know ya didn't." He grunts and scrubs a hand over his face. He looks tired, Margo decides, and she searches her pockets for spare change. She has none. Only her lunch money.

Silently, without missing a beat, she puts the money in his cup.

"S'a lot."

"Yeah," she agreed softly. "But you need it more than I do. Have a nice day, mister." She starts to hurry down the sidewalk again -- she could still make it on time and not be late --

"Carlos."

She doesn't turn back around, just keeps going. But Carlos seems like a nice homeless man.